“Fear is what keeps the walls up, so open the gate and let what you want, in when you want”

“So, tell me what my fists keep writing, my fingers, they open up like gates when I write...”

“Sometimes when you let go of what you want so much, what you want comes looking for you.”

“Lord Jesus,' Christy whispered, 'I want You to hold the key. I want You to decide what should happen in my heart's garden. I want You to let in or send out anything or anybody You want. Especially with guys. I don't want to ever unlock that gate again. I want you to open it only when the right man comes along. Take the key, Lord. Take all my keys. I'll wait for you.”

“The first step out of the gate has to be knowing where you want to end up. What do you really want from your company?”

“I had let want in, opened the door ever so slightly. But want without the belief you can get what you want is pointless. You have to hope, so I let that in too. You have to. To want things and go for them and believe, even in impossible situations...Hope was what you had when you had nothing else. Hope was the perfect shiny top on the Christmas tree, the glowing halo of every wish, the endless beacon of a lighthouse bringing tormented ships home at last.”